My mom just sent me this poem:
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Come, all you who are not satisfied
as ruler in a lone, wallpapered room
full of mute birds, and flowers that falsely bloom,
and closets choked with dreams that long ago died!
Come, let us sweep the old streets--like a bride;
sweep out dead leaves with a relentless broom;
prepare for Spring, as though he were our groom
for whose light footstep eagerly we bide.
We'll sweep out shadows, where the rats long fed;
sweep out our shame--and in its place we'll make
a bower for love, a splendid marriage-bed
fragrant with flowers aquiver for the Spring.
And when he comes, our murdered dreams shall wake;
and when he comes, all the mute birds shall sing.
I don't know how she interpreted it, but it reads to me like it's about self-acceptance and coming out, learning to love yourself, that sorta thing. I haven't come out to my family yet, but I've been getting weird signals lately like they already know. Maybe I'm not the actor I thought I was!
The last time I saw my mom, she gave me a random big hug and told me I'm her "new hero." I didn't know what that meant. Now this poem.
Hmm...
